Sword of Trust
The entire film hinges on Marc Maron, and he makes it worth seeing.
The entire film hinges on Marc Maron, and he makes it worth seeing.
A thriller featuring perhaps the worst Airbnb experience ever.
Three Peaks, with nary a hint of violence, manages to be the most nerve-racking, menacing film of the year.
A love letter to the Blue Note Records, with nothing but positive things to say about the greatest jazz label and its roster of immense, game-changing talent.
The camerawork is masterful. Every shot could be hung in a museum.
For guitar nerds, this is a feast, as the likes of Nels Cline, Bill Frisell, and Jamie Hince come in to chat and play in the titualar store.
A sincere attempt to make an original horror film.
A documentary that is a love letter to a forgotten film, the people that made it, the people that love it, and the man who embodied it.
Distinctly odd and way out of the mainstream. If you are on its wavelength, it’s cinematic gold. If not, you simply don’t know what the hell you’re watching.